I struggle to belong to other believers.
I noticed this fiercely the other day. I felt God calling me to fast for a day, a spiritual discipline I usually flee from. I found myself wanting to keep that calling a secret.
Then I realized my husband might notice me skipping meals.
When I told him, he raised his eyebrows. I’m known to be just slightly cranky when I get hungry. But after making sure I really truly wanted to fast, he said, “Okay,” and gave me a mild smile. That was that.
My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, this is my husband, a fellow believer. He fasts occasionally. Why did I hesitate?
I’m at SheLoves Magazine again this month, talking about the fierce, fearful work of belonging–come join in!